Welcome to the swab.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Turn the motherfucker.
And lights out, these niggas gonna bring the rub.
Slow down, wild, wild, house.
I say welcome to the top house.
We'll be right back.
We'll see you next time.
Khaki starts as I float through the cut like Noah's Ark.
Who's that slipping in the dark?
It's the N-O-Y A killer like Jack the Ripper But slicker than Sly Bullseye Stay focused
It's on my green like F.A.B.
Livin' like Kings with Draper, put the side of this, it's team
Now it's in my bloodstream of fraud players in the dust Construct some murder shit for all my niggas
So see, the sin is the killing.
from all these scripts releasing explicit literature scriptures that lift your mental get into our stage
Niggas fabricating to duplicate that week, okay?
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,
Another murder, no pulse rate Fuckin', fuckin' with this warm shit Flights us around the planet Earth, Earth, Earth, no doubt It's Swamp House, the resident
It's never, it's never been, I represent my clique, till I've deceased, president, president.
My regiment's full of soldiers like vultures They should've told you, no, gon' put it down, I suppose You niggas peep the game
Ain't change, except you small change, and you hide your plans, and sworn past niggas remain like stars.
Thanks on your bitches brain.
Hakuchi for players with Luchi for slang.
I'm breaking niggas like speed, so hit it, hit it before you kick it, think twice if
Even you don't want to risk it.
If it's dry, twist it, flick it, sick with it.
Don't forget your chips is being it.
Oh no, watch me, watch me.
Up and down your spleen.
and every nicotine.
I'm about that cream, nigga.
Save your names and make me...
Madam, don't give a fuck about nobody, nobody, not shit.
So come equipped.
You fucking sick, you cannot get, I get with this, even at the bus.
But when ordering me a drink, make sure it's not true.
You know, you know rough.
You know that she traffic be.
Why I'm not having it Exposing all you fakers Swap, swap, swap, swap, shit
I'm the first, third, fourth, fifth evil bitch with the clips.
You strip you from your head, sleevin' punk niggas with a knuckle trick, trickin' chins in the nuts.
Welcome to the suave old game, the game to turn.
motherfucking lights out niggas niggas gonna bring the ruggies
No doubt my house about to turn up.
Lights out, I say welcome.
Welcome to this mob house game, the game to turn the motherfucking lights on.
South niggas, niggas gonna bring the rugs and snow down.
Wild, wild house.
It's about to turn the lights out.
It flicks like a coat.
Dialect is difficult, the result Mental block, lock like a poke, poke
on your cranium.
I'm staining them like paintballs.
Ain't y'all tired of being shit?
Don't you say wash, wash, wash yourself, cause the road be on that side.
Plus I'm hungry and I know exactly what I want.
But he ain't the poet.
me that they wouldn't and represent the sound that they wouldn't
You're away with paperweights with my paper.
Immobilize your vibe.
Take your conscience and shake.
Now you're dumbfounded trying to find my location.
It's still Suave House.
Be attentive when I send it.
Might not get it.
Limit three and a half mic.
Sources, sources, buyers.
But yet it's still three and a half mil, mil buyers.
Welcome to the suave hog game, the game to turn the motherfucking lights.
South niggas, niggas gonna bring the ruckus.
No doubt.
Wild, wild house.
Turn the lights out.
I say welcome to this small house.
And it's hurting the motherfucking lifestyle.
Nigga's gonna break.
the russets, no doubt why I vouch for eternal life.
like my skill is killed in the ocean this rare fashion shit this long way out of
Potion.
Missing.
For Sashi.
Your mind.
Brust with wine.
to fly.
Materialistic shit we declare.
Cause rappers, rappers get the where we are.
All I'm hearin' shows the chosen of the clothing of materia.
you wearing gangsta niggas live the area through the text show we lecture
Up on this dress, eat this, eat this, wild house collections sittin' on your dress.
Mosey, mosey, meh.
No, look, I'm one more kid.
I know, I know.
You just fucked up my trip.
That's a vegetable.
Terrians be in poke and pop bags.
Bag mom with mom receiving dicks.
From behind, bottom, bottom line.
It's getting scarier, severe, more my, more my period.
Attitude is rudeness.
Move the mood, bitch.
It's that suave click.
I say welcome to death.
So all of us came to turn to mother.
We'll be right back.
Turn the lights out.
Welcome to this.
Game to turn the motherfuckin' lights out.
Niggas, niggas, niggas, niggas.
No.
Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
Wow.
Who's the motherfucker ready to rap?
Three seconds, one, one, snap.
His toes collapse, collapse A nigga that get in my way Yeah, his ass tap, tap
It's like the loops of the water, swarble, slaughter.
Bloody maps, it is a trap.
Seek interest, you'll find.
Puttin' your bitch head in a box, who brought you seven signs?
I'm decomposing those, and that's supposing I'm wrong
By leaving your ass frozen.
By Nicole Lines.
Nigga, you acting bad.
Motherfucking too mad.
I bring the fucking shit.
They're the bitches.
by leaving your ass in the gas and blowing your fucking shit up.
The gravel travel, travel, travel.
It ain't reliable.
Fuck the mother, now, now.
You see, you see the nicotine last week, kind of like rock.
Because I didn't see what that song was about.
Welcome to this.
Wabbo, game to game to turn the motherfucking lights out.
Jagger's gonna bring the rug.
This is no doubt.
Wild, wild house.
Turn the lights down.
I say welcome to this wall house.
Game to turn the motherfucking license.
No doubt.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
